-based on true events-
How does one even start the day off pleasantly? I woke up this morning feeling bitter. Feeling loose and groggy. As my eyes opened up, I had already chosen to give up on the potential daily activities that awaited me. I did not think that I would lose the most important part of me.
The day consisted of only 24 hours.
"Amy."
A stilled pause.
"Amy, can you hear me?"
I was not there.
"Amy open the door, it's 7:25 and you barely have time to eat."
My class starts at 9:50am every morning.
"I'll be out in a minute!"
After I finish my session of laying on my carpet floor in contemplation of life's dreadful disasters. How could one speak of it? Of truth. For their entire life and not feel bad? Terrible.
I laid my half fat, half skinny body on my carpet floor for almost an eternity. When I said a minute, I meant: A million seconds.
A later confrontation BETWEEN THE TWO MAIN CHARACTERS IN THE BOOK : I wish I could cut, chop, slice off my ears with a knife to not hear what he had to say. (Beehive a.k.a Leevigh)
11/18/2017 - CG - 100 - Ms. Lester
Today was the day I lost my third iPhone. I am a community college student, majoring in English. I plan on transferring to a 4 year university. I recently received my permit, yet I am still choosing to be driven by my mother. She drove me over the roundabout and parked for a moment. We exchanged glances, a form of understanding one another. She knew me, and I knew her. All too well it seemed. I wanted the moment to be brief, in fear of judgement. A harsh judgment I take to heart to this day. I turned my head in what seemed like every direction, North, East, South, and even West.
My sack I call a backpack, was filled with all the necessities I could ever need on my long journey of pursuing knowledge. I had a map. A map of every possible scenario of my location, and my intentions. The security building, surrounded by two police cars was located just behind the vehicle. I finally brought myself together to shut the door behind me. I did not wish to say, to give my farewells away to the longest relationship born to man...but I did. Just like so, I slammed the door to my mother's beige pickup, and pulled my heavy hooves to the side. I didn't even turn back to look at her one last time. To see the reaction on her face. Then, I didn't hear the engine of the pickup. All that was heard was the annoying thought patterns of my own possessed mind.
Paranoia.
I entered the back door of building 5. Checking my surroundings yet again. I saw the gymnasium and shook my head in disapproval. Old memories of failed attempts came rushing back. My eyes lingered up to the security camera. It looked like a black bead, or a hamster's eye, sticking out of the ceiling.
Then, with caution, not even bothering to look behind me, I proceeded to the "EXIT" staircase that lead up to the second floor. My feet could be heard from the very mythed, Seven Seas. My feet rushed. Not giving a second thought of the crying echoes they made.
I couldn't bring myself to look in the eyes of my fellow peers. Not even this man or woman, (I wouldn't know) when I pushed the doors to the stairs open.
It was only me. Walking up the stairs cautiously. Still.
I felt very nervous.
Finally reaching the top of the stairs, I opened the doors confidently. I didn't know why I was so confident. Probably because I knew there was a back exit of building 5.
There were no cameras or people in the on the staircase. Why would there be?
I saw it as a symbol. Walking down and up. Not particularly in that order. Walking in and out of my life, in any order.
I remembered what I had said to my mother when she dropped me off at the roundabout.
"Threshold." I told her. Her face looked puzzling. As if she were trying to decipher hieroglyphics.
"What?"
"I am walking through this little threshold Mom. You know this door." I held the door handle tightly. She didn't seem to get it. Looking back, I realized I spent so much time thinking about that millisecond of a moment, I didn't choose the time to appreciate it.
